I looked under the couch. I looked under the beds. I looked in the hamper. I looked under the radiator covers. I looked in the oven and the dishwasher. (I was desperate.)

And she’s AWOL. Totally, completely, mysteriously AWOL.

I can’t remember the last time I saw Andrew with her, but I’m sure it was this morning. He’s been asking for her at naptime. I keep saying I don’t know where she is. I’d try saying she’s on vacation if Andrew understood what vacation was.